writing poetry
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Snow flurries
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≻: Snow flurriesThey are coming down in fat chunks, heavy and rapid,Each unit a stack of football players, five or six tacklingOne,…
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Be sure to wear flowers in your hair
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≻: Be sure to wear flowers in your hairI’m a heartless bitch — I tell myselfAs I stick my fingers into my chest andTrace between my ribs to…
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Bouldering
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≻: BoulderingOne must cling onto what one can when the worldSwoons beneath the feet. In the instance of falling,The scrabble to…
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Loneliness is an early bird
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≻: Loneliness is an early birdPerched atop an autumn treeSquawking for attention at closed windowsAt bleary-eyed commuters waitingAt night-owls cursing into pillowsSaying look at me…
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The balloon that got away
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≻: The balloon that got awayWhen I was a childOn winter holiday At my grandparent’sApartment cluster’sCommunal playgroundIn the city of Tianjin I had a helium Rooster balloonA…
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Quicksilver
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≻: QuicksilverStanding in the silver beard of the beach within the reach of Ocean foam that rushes past my calves to…
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